A soft glow of the moon reflects onto the sturdy evergreens in the silence of the warm September night. Subtly, a bird glides across the sky to it's nest to settle for a hushed sleep. Rabbits jump to their burrows and find peace. Half of the world settles down for the aged part of the new day. Breezes of a determined fall wind disperse their blows across the fields and over the hills, for the land to feel it's freedom.
Little kids slip on their pajamas and reach for their favorite stuffed animal. They brush their teeth and comb their hair. Rubbing their eyes, they hug their parents goodnight and wish them a well sleep. While they settle into bed, their lamp is turned off and their eyes flutter to a shut. Another day of youth, another day of innocence has passed them by and prepares them for the next. They sleep, and they dream of places they'll go and things they'll do. Young dreamers, they are.
This night inches toward dawn every minute that passes. Slowly, the earth is tilting to share the sun with the world."Night time is when the most beautiful and purest of things happen", a philosopher once said. And indeed they do.
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